Our Walk Of Life

[trickybigc]

This is just a little fun poem tellin' the story of a day in the life of a shepherd here in Scotland. ( Yes, I used to be one)    

PS, it flows along quite well to the tune of All Shook Up by Elvis    

 

OUR WALK OF LIFE

Peat smoke drifting from a chimney stack         

Snow blows over every step of my track            

Bent right over like a half shut knife                     

Trusty dog at my heel, it’s our walk of life.         

It’s our walk of life.                                                   

 

I raise my head, just to snatch a look                   

The driving sleet blinds, every step that I took    

My left hands warm inside my oilskin suit.           

The right hand’s frozen to my Shepherd’s crook   

There’s ice clogging up my tackety boot                 

The smell of wet dog, coz the dog has shook          

There’s a murmur on the right from a babbling brook 

A life so idyllic in that picture book                              

 

Peat smoke drifting from a chimney stack            

Snow blows over every step of my track               

Bent right over like a half shut knife                       

Trusty dog at my heel, it’s our walk of life.            

It’s our walk of life.                                                      

 

My face is numb, it aint got no feel                  

There’s a pain down below, it’s a blistered heel!  

The storm  clouds darken to my dislike          

I seek shelter at the back of a drystane dyke   

I coorie down close, dog’s havin’ a scratch       

The zippo is bust, I ain’t got no match                

The final insult, now my temper’s frayed          

The pain & torture, the cigarette’s delayed.        

 

Peat smoke drifting from a chimney stack     

Snow blows over every  step of my track       

Bent right over like a half shut knife                

Trusty dog at my heel, it’s our walk of life.      

It’s our walk of life.                                                

 

I head off home, i’ve just about had enough,

The sheep are all fine, my the Blackies  are tough

The dog smells a rabbit, he doesn’t think twice,

Rather be home in his kennel where the straw is nice

A spring in my step, I almost reach a jog

With my faithful companion, my bonnie sheep dog.

Who would walk with me to the ends of the earth,

But would rather get back to that fireside hearth

 

Peat smoke drifting from a chimney stack     

Snow blows over every  step of my track       

Bent right over like a half shut knife                

Trusty dog at my heel, it’s our walk of life.      

It’s our walk of life.                                                 

[louielouwhy]

Yeah!  I think that's great.  I can relate.  I see the image through the shepherds gates.  The only thing I think is the first set of verses would make it best if they were in the intro and at the end, only.  Unless of course it was sung as an elvis song.    But that's just me.

Edited March 27, 2014 by louielouwhy

[KaGy]

The right hand’s frozen to my Shepherd’s crook

 

I really like your poem, thoughtful and interesting read, but that line killed me  

 

KaGy

[Miscellaneous]

This poem was really good! You described the surroundings very detailed.